Counterfeit Hero

"Test is over, everyone get back to work." Reinhardt waved his hand, dismissing the core lab crew, and turned to Fatty, saying, "Zhang Yuan, I hope you can join the core laboratory to lead a team and assist with the Mecha development." Fatty shook his head foolishly and said, "I’d rather stay with the Holy Knight." This remark caused George and Christina to panic internally. Why is this Fatty so stubborn? What’s wrong with joining the core laboratory?

Reinhardt asked in surprise, "Why?"

Fatty pouted and said, "From what you said earlier, it doesn’t sound very free. I see those guys all scared out of their wits. I don’t want to be uncomfortable; I feel happy now...."

George almost fell ill from anxiety. Fatty’s logic is really making people doubt whether he is human or not. Leading a team in the core lab of the Mythical Army is such an honor. You can say that no matter what trouble Fatty gets into, no one would dare touch a hair on him without the Mythical Army’s permission, given his position. As long as the work achieves results, status, money, and fame—whatever you want, you can have. Is there any place that can give more than the Mythical Army?

Seeing Fatty’s disdain for high position and great wealth, Bonnie, who had been silent, became angry, "Why so much nonsense? Are you going or not?"

Fatty was startled, glanced at Bonnie, his face instantly turned red, and he muttered, "If you let me go, then I’ll go." That wretched look of grievance and innocence made it seem as if he was agreeing only for his beloved Bonnie’s sake. Reinhardt couldn’t help but laugh while Bonnie snorted coldly with anger and turned to leave. If she stayed any longer, she feared she might not control her impulse to destroy this hateful Fatty completely!

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It’s imaginable what kind of scene Fatty would face when reporting to the core research room. After a perfunctory welcome, the researchers dispersed hurriedly to their own tasks. Even the team assigned to Fatty didn’t give him a warm reception after Reinhardt and others left. Professionally trained, they had an innate arrogance, looking down upon these backdoor mechanics unless this mechanic’s skills far surpassed theirs. Fatty, who had only pointed out one hidden danger, hadn’t shown such level of proficiency yet.